Poetry

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What kind of message did the painted green door
have to tell,it seemed like it sweated tears as
well,and was a kind of warning bell,though silently it would tell,at the first no one seemed
to know,messages can sometimes grow,time it just went gliding by,and no one thought a door could
cry,there's always a reason why,life can lift us high and bring us low,the many ways GOD,sends the days,they come in one's this is true,just like the door had mystery,it even became quite blistery,
part of life's history,a door cant blink,it can
make a person truly think,door's can slam,they may
not shout,silently they may have a say,some message too they may convey,graphic or without
display,that was a door of yesterday,hope i find
heaven's door someday,i pray.
Joe.

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